Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell, -- Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay

Friday, 27 December 2013

Merry Third Day of Christmas

We hope to get into the Museum of Civilization History to see an exhibit or two over the holidays - ask elder daughter for her rant on what she views as a tautology.

Wouldn't it be lovely if the nights of the twelve days of Christmas were much as this clever imagining of a Christmas night in the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford?

Who Wants to Know?

I live in the capital city of Canada....and I'd rather not! I'm like Persephone, doomed to spend 10 months of the year in Hades and two months in my hometown. Except that Persephone got to go home for six months out of the year.